Almost Fourth of July….MJ’s favorite holiday. Thirty-nine hours from now I’ll be floating the Gunnison River in Crest Debutte….jah, man—very good.
I’m so happy the Florida Panthers prevailed in Game 7 in a 2-1 thriller. I love those guys. They’re grinders just like MJ. Nothing pretty….they just grind and grind on the forecheck when they show up to play. It’s all about the work, man. You bring your lunchpail and the guy next to you needs to do the same.
I’m so happy for head coach Paul Maurice. He finally won the big one. He can quit now if he chooses so. He no longer has to worry about being the Marv Levy of the NHL. Very classy guy. I cried listening to his post game presser. He has become another one of my heroes as I fight the cancer fight on my journey heading into month seventeen.
Had my monthly checkup yesterday and eveything looks very nice. Dr. Julie…Dr. Showalter’s aid smiled and said, “Keep it up, MJ. It’s not yet time to celebrate….but these numbers are very good.”
I suggested we could maybe do a televison commercial togther for the Integris Cancer Institute and she pretty much ignored MJ’s suggestion.
Breaks of the game…I guess.
Anyway…have a wonderfol Fourth of July.
I know I’m going to do as much.
Eternal love, MJ.